To this girl...

You have lost all faith
You can't possibly go on
You keep searching for answers
You want this life to be gone

Hatred is your theme,
You push all others out
Simply put: you do not care
what anything's about

Paranoia is what you live with
Every minute of every day,
Never trusting a single soul
Because of a word they call "betray"

You hate your cryptic ways
But your reason remains still,
Advantage was taken of you
As you acted against your will

Now you're living just to die
Forever on your own...
Because you won’t accept help
Words are just a tone

What is to be done?
Those who have concern
are completely overlooked
with a head's shameful turn

Someone really needs to help
And reach out their hand
They need to have hope
and want to understand

For if she goes un-noticed,
And all they do is stare...
When they really want to help,
This little girl won't be there

Her mind is slowly fading,
Horrid thoughts fill her head
By the time real help comes,
To this world she will be dead

But only dead in spirit..
because she was so strong
Her only real wish in life
was for someone to right her wrong

~rolo